Happy Valentine’s Day
It’s that time of the year when the stories of St Valentine and the fulfilment of young and forbidden love come out. The stories of bravery and love conquering all spread like wildfire. I’m not going to lie, I’m a novelist and I LOVE all the theatrics.
The giddying excitement of teenage crushes, roses delivered to school, and anonymous cards or gifts is both terrifying and thrilling, and a part of growing up that I’m sure all adults look back on from time to time. Even the cringeworthy moments are worth pondering and realising how far we’ve come in terms of confidence.
In a practical sense, Valentine’s Day has changed considerably since I was young. It’s become incredibly commercialised and expectations have sprung up of a need to celebrate lavishly. If all the hoopla is pushed aside, it’s nice at this time of year to stop and take the time to celebrate the people in our lives. Our loved ones.
As I’ve grown older, I’ve realised that it’s not just romantic love, but ALL love, that needs time to be celebrated and nurtured. Love comes in all forms and sizes, and the differences bring the colour to our lives. All those pieces interlock to form the whole, and we wouldn’t be the same without any of them.
Let’s make February the month of love and take time to acknowledge, celebrate and enjoy all those who are important parts of our lives. Even the furry containers of love!
P.S. I’m hard at work on Addy and it’s coming along nicely. I’m super happy with progress!!